Virus

The metallic hum of servers echoed through the sterile data center, a symphony of digital activity composing the lifeblood of Titan Industries. Thor himself, a titan of the tech world, surveyed the blinking LEDs and whirring fans with a proprietary gaze. His brow, usually a sculpted stoicism, furrowed with a gnawing unease.

The morning had begun with a tremor, a subtle glitch in their financial software that left a bitter taste on his tongue. It was a whisper, a canary in the coal mine, and Thor's instincts, honed by years of navigating the treacherous terrain of the technological jungle, shrieked a warning.

He strode towards his Chief Technology Officer, Anya, a whirlwind of purple hair and steely resolve.

"Glitches, Anya? In our system? That's like finding an errant brush stroke in the Mona Lisa."

Anya, ever the calm counterpoint to Thor's tempestuous nature, pursed her lips. "It is just a hiccup, Thor. We're running diagnostics."

Hiccup? Thor snorted. This felt more like a full-bl